imbruedinfear·:

        An entire room just for himself? Unheard of. Maybe this is a test or a reason for his client to punish him. Nicolas would have to test out the mood, later on. He peeks into the room once more to take in every detail. The bed looks comfortable and much bigger than necessary. Nicolas does not sleep more than four hours a night and he normally does so on the hard ground. With a bed, who knows how well he might sleep?

        “...” He notices the black box on the dresser but doesn’t ask what it is. He’s never seen one before but it didn’t seem dangerous so the twilight would leave it alone for now. 

        His head snaps back in the direction of Kyosuke. Beady eyes scouring the room once more before stopping at the kitchen area. Hungry? Yes, very. He nods his head once but does not make any other move. He stands perfectly still near his room awaiting orders.

imbruedinfear·:

       Even if he weren’t deaf, there’s absolutely no way his father would ever allow him to watch television. There’s no possible way for Nicolas to know who Kyosuke is-- in fact, he doesn’t even know what an idol is. All he knows is that he has a job to do, albeit a job given to him solely because his father didn’t want him around anymore, but still a job Nicolas plans on taking seriously.

       He follows the idol silently. Heightened senses are weary the entire trip to his client’s apartment, waiting for an attack that doesn’t come. His gaze travels across the room, memorizing the order of everything within the immediate room. 

       His room? Nicolas cocks his head to the side. He’s never had a room for himself, before. Then again, this is his first solo job-- a place to sleep would be necessary, even if the tagged youth spent very little time actually asleep. He steps closer to the room, curiosity getting the better of him, but stops just at the threshold. It’s dark inside... He returns his attention to Kyosuke. 

       "Sleep...” It’s difficult remembering the words and how to properly pronounce them. “In there?”

hxgure·:

        The bruises should be clear indicators of what time-line he’s from, though not being able to sign back or understand what was signed to him definitely made it perfectly clear. 

        “?” Head tilts in the opposite direction of his older self’s tilted head-- mimicking without meaning to mimic. It’s in his nature to speak using motions. Words were far and few between, for his father hated his voice and if father hated it, then everyone else did too. 

        Oh, they’re leaving already? Nicolas takes one step forward. He wants to, desperately wants to follow after them-- but if he leaves now he might not be able to get back in time for his dosage. Fingers tremble around the sword he holds so dearly, split between wanting to go and having to stay. 

        Ultimately he decides on following his elder self, whom he has no idea is his elder self. Nicolas doesn’t look at himself in the mirror very often so he barely knows what he looks like, other than having the thought that he’s some kind of horrifying monster. He doesn’t continue moving until after surveying the entire area around him to make sure his father isn’t watching and that none of the men in his service are around, either. Once he’s sure it’s clear he walks very slowly, keeping his head down and staying a good distance behind them.

imbruedinfear·:

        Nicolas shares the same expression as the man in front of him-- completely blank, with no emotion shown as he shakes his head from side to side in answer. His overgrown, messy hair tussles about until his head comes to a stop, strands of black hair blocking his vision until he swipes them out of his way a second later. 

        “?” Head tilts to the side, once again forcing hair to move about, as a black ring is placed into the palm of his left hand. He rubs it between his forefinger and thumb, flipping it over and examining all sides of it before slowly slipping it onto one of his fingers. He stares at it as it lays perfectly still all the way at the bottom, past his knuckle. 

        Now that it’s there, Nic raises his gaze back to his client-- head still slightly cocked to the side.

imbruedinfear·:

        Nicolas, again, doesn’t respond to the comment spoken about speaking for he doesn’t hear it. His bow is long and he doesn’t raise his head until long after his client has finished speaking. He can, however, feel his eyes digging into every inch of him-- examining his bruises and ending on the tags that dangle from his neck. His expression does not break-- a mask of pure indifference as Nicolas tilts his head at the question, not entirely sure what is being said. He has no idea who this guy is-- not being allowed to watch television kept Nicolas in the dark about a lot of pop-culture. He does know that he should tell his client that he can’t hear, otherwise he may grow frustrated. 

        “I...” He starts, voice deep and wavering. “cANt ‘ere’.”

imbruedinfear·:

        Nicolas approaches the idol without saying a word, such is normal for him. His father taught him young to never speak without explicit permission and even then, Nic liked to keep it short. 

        When he’s directly in front of his ‘client’, the tagged child bows respectfully. It’s only once his father is gone - after he collects payment - that his body physically relaxes, if only slightly. 

        “...” He doesn’t answer the question, merely stays vigilant. His job isn’t to converse, anyways - it’s to protect.

A thread where Nicolas is hired as a bodyguard but the person who hired him didn’t know that they’d be getting a literal CHILD but they already paid so what are they supposed to do now

@hxgure

        Wallace is still in the process of teaching him sign language, so when the larger tagged standing in front of him begins to use his fingers in ways that looked familiar, Nic did not understand. He’s utterly confused and has yet to put two and two together.

        He clutches his katana close to his chest -- staring intently at the tagged individual.